March 13, 2006

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    I'm in a strange place - a sort of limbo, in the middle of a suspension bridge but unable to walk, forward or backward - and at the same time, on the edge of recovering enough stability to begin to push myself beyond what I've done in the past 6 years.  


    I'm just going to wait it out, doesn't feel like something that can be forced.  I'm also feeling that The Great Slow Time Machine is one of, if not the last bird poem (almost all the poems I've written since August are bird poems).


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    pearlbamboo

Comments (4)

  • limbo... sometimes, you just gotta wait for the right direction to show itself

  • me too...

  • I understand limbo--it is a place I visit from time-to-time--voluntarily, or not.  Good talking with you, 'P' called and left a message for me yesterday at 3:28 pm.  What time did you try her?!  I know who is is you care for!

  • I think I know what this feeling is, though I've never described it this way (which I like).

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